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Fall 2020

Nature is at the root of my artwork.  There is a life, vitality and spirit that I want to bring out with color, lines and patterns.  Flowers have many layer and their soft, crisp petals represent what is hidden and sacred.  Yet flowers bear fruit and connect the world around them.  With each layer and detail I create, I hope to spark and inspire, beauty, wonder, hope and creativity.  There is a balance of darkness and light.  An expression of spirit and emotion.

Yet trees have always fascinated me. Their roots run wild under and above ground. There is a life and strength budding from inside of the bark. The warrior spirit of a tree is inspiring to me. They experience life and death and are renewed again with leaves and fruit. The rings inside of their spirit tell their age, but also their story. The way that light reflects off of their leaves bring in new hope, not hope for something new, but hope that something that already exists can continue to be.

Camping this weekend was just what I needed. Can you believe that I have never been camping before!?!? Medard Park has a beautiful landscape and a nice sized camping ground with many amenities. They are so close to home. Early in the year, I made it my mission to get a reliable tent and start building our camping bin. We roasted corn, hot dogs, laughed, painted and played games. There was this particular tree in our campsite that captivated me, so I decided to paint it.

I was really intrigued because we often think of trees as brown, but this tree had a lot of moss growing on it. It was tall and intermingled in to trees and bush all around. Spanish moss hung down. Palm leaves surrounded the ground. Squirrels jumped from branch to branch. There was beauty in all of the shades of browns and greens. I wanted to capture the spirit of the tree. And in the end, I began a new series of paintings.

I was so interested my my new color pallet, that I decided to explore these theories some more, mixing and mingling what I have been gathering with what I was creating.

Personally fall has been marked as a season of shedding dead leaves. I’ve had to reexamine my own life to deal with anxiety and trauma that I never wanted to admit I have. I like to think that if you were to examine the pieces of me, that you would find a warrior spirit inside and around me. I have been through a lot of issues that have effected my motivation and self esteem. But with therapy, and support from my husband, I feel like I am able to share parts of my story. There are sad parts, painful, dark parts. But my hope is that my story and my art can provide hope and light, and understanding to people who need it.

My husband, on the other hand, tried another kind of art…… Ever wonder what would happen if you cook an egg on a campfire without boiling water (for which you brought a pot for, but I digress…).

I guess painting at the park has kind of been my favorite thing this fall.